terça, 10 de outubro de 2023
failed morphosis
she faced the exuvium
fledging and yet
clipped dragonfly
as a fruit awaited
the days to bring color
to harden her wings
she drank and healed
ate the heads of bees
and once more the mold
proved not made of herself
it was the river
the digested sting
coated in pollen
in thick hemolymph
those into which
she was made and where
she too would devour
later and now
holometaboly